CHRISTMAS IS...
God's Breath of Life
More than six years ago, my husband Bert and I reeled when he received the staggering diagnosis of stage 4 cancer. No signs or symptoms, and never a history of cancer in his family. From that moment on, when he fell on his knees, I knelt beside him. When he rose up in faith, I cheered him on. When he felt well, we celebrated.
I wore an impenetrable stoic face all day, every day. Although I believed God and took Him at His word, in my quiet moments I felt and acted more like Jacob. I didn’t have a visible wrestling match with the Lord, but an intense spiritual battle raged. Especially after reading the statistical prognosis for Bert’s disease. “Hopeless” fit the percentage. The doctors had already told us as much. But faith said these outcomes and statistics hadn’t met our God. Faith said nothing is impossible with Him.
The Lord invites us in Hebrews to come and reason with Him.
I came, but I was beyond reason. I didn’t have the peace of an overcomer, the peace that insured the battle had been won. I cried out to the Lord asking, wanting, needing something personal from Him. Something to demonstrate that even though I didn't see it, He was at work, able to heal sicknesses of every kind, including cancer. That He cared about what was happening to Bert. That every promise in His word was still true and still ours. Jehovah would continue to be faithful, able, and in control of every aspect of our lives.
A snapshot flashed across my mind. I glimpsed the crossroads in Sacramento, CA where I first became a believer at age 19. Then, as if He needed it, I reminded the Lord of His covenant, His many promises throughout all generations. And that one of His names is Emmanuel—God with us. I prayed - Lord, if you’re still with us, show me that you are.
Crickets.
I got in the car that day to go to lunch with a group of Bible study friends. As I pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, I again asked for some revelation that He was the same miracle-working God.
Beyond frustrated with this unanswered prayer, I walked up to the restaurant and released a deep exhale. As I watched, my breath formed a vapor, lingering in the frosty air.
God’s word awakened my spirit.
"Then the Lord God formed man of dust from the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life..." (Gen. 2:7)
I stood stunned at the answer He’d shown me!
Every breath was, is, and always will be proof of God's existence, love, faithfulness. He graciously made visible to me what He’d provided all along. Life! For, from, by, and in Him!
My wrestling ended there and then, and a deeper sense of wonder was birthed. That afternoon, in an effort to capture what God graciously demonstrated in that spine-tingling moment, I penned the first words to A Snowflake's Adventure.
...six years later, by God’s grace and strength, my husband praises the Lord for each new day he’s been given to live for Him.
A Snowflake's Adventure is a story of God's breath of life to every child He's ever created. Unique. Purposeful. We are His one-of-a-kind design. Each. And. Every. One.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
(To the glory of God, we have donated A Snowflake’s Adventure, a #1 Amazon children’s book to more than 500 children around the world through OCC/Samaritan’s Purse. For every book sold, one is donated!)
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This beautiful story touches my heart deeply and encourages my faith! Thank you for sharing your heart.
This is an amazing story, beautifully written, and infused with faith, love, and the peace of God. Thank you for sharing your journey. Prayers attend your path in the days ahead.